May you have a booming welcome

Bandsman in redThe sou' sou' west brass of New Zealand bids you welcome to our portal on the watered and rivened landscape we live and play in. It is majestic and forested country, and we play majestic pieces, and also pieces where you go out on a limb.  We take our inspiration from the kakapo, noted for being few in number, but every member treasured. They are the Parrots of the Night, who live as long as we do. But whereas they are shy and retiring, we are gregarious and extrovert. After a show-off concert, we always end with our signature 'boom, boom, ... ', a haunting finale in their honour. 

Our base may be in West Te Anau, but we have played all over Fiordland, and even ventured into the big smoke - Invercargill.  From the doubtful pleasure of playing in a downpour in Doubtful Sound, to the glowing reception we received at our local 'Cave Concerto', we have played in all weathers, and even to wethers. That last was at the annual Great Hogget Outdoor Barbie, and much fun was had by all who were not shy and retiring.

Have a shufti at our website. If you want to join us, move to somewhere nearby, and play your instrument down at Te Anau wharf. The place is so small one of our members will soon introduce themselves and you'll be welcomed. That's assuming it's a brass instrument. Play the ukulele and Hamish will join you with his bagpipes.

Acknowledgements

South Fiordland Brass did not supply the photos. The designer wanted a moody grey shot to allow a bright title. Well, once the rain starts, the upright half of the band starts draining water, and the other half keep playing as an insult. (They are not vertically challenged.) Net result, no cameras active, no moody stuff. Instead, the grey Milford Sound image was modified into a banner from a lovely photo on the free wallpaper site, www.travelblog.org.  The kakapo photo is from DOC stock. You need testimonials from bishops and life membership in the Royal Forest and Bird to take a flash anywhere near them.  I do feel those two little birds up there are looking down on this and thinking "All those words and not a single huhu grub. Pure forest litter. Yeesh!"

And if you are wondering how much of this site is pure forest litter, read about us.